Under Zhang Yuan's arrogance, of course Qin Xiaorou couldn't find out who is ugly. After tossing for a long time, Qin Xiaorou waved her hand again, "Send it to the detention center first, and wait until the people come back."
Zhonghai Detention Center is not far from the police headquarters. I got on the police car and arrived in a short while. A heavy iron gate was slowly opened, and the police car stopped in the center of the heavily guarded square.
Zhang Yuan sighed and got out of the car, knowing that it was Qin Xiaorou deliberately causing him to suffer a bit. He hated Fan Dasheng for not sending that male secretary to protect himself. He was not afraid of the powerful characters in the dark prison. He was afraid of what happened. By the next day, parents at home will have to worry about problems.
In fact, Zhang Yuan didn't know. Fan Lingling heard that he was arrested for attempted annihilation. She was very sick and didn't call her dad at all.
After the police and the prison teacher were handed over, after registering, taking pictures, checking, confiscating the items, and putting on the vest-like prison clothes, Zhang Yuan was then taken to the prison.
The iron gates and iron fences that you can see all over here are also very dark in the daytime, guarded by armed police with guns and live ammunition, which is daunting.
Finally, I came to the innermost one, which is also the largest one. There were a dozen people in it. Zhang Yuan smiled bitterly. This Qin Xiaorou is really vicious enough. He must have been in contact with this place a long time ago. This must be the most terrifying. One of them.
"Kacha." Opening the handcuffs, Zhang Yuan was pushed into the iron gate by a strong teacher, "Be honest."
Then with a "clang", the iron door closed heavily.
Zhang Yuan suddenly remembered something, and he pulled the iron gate and asked, "Hey! What's my shop?"
The teacher said with a grimace but not a smile, "Ask the group leader."
"Who is the team leader? Hey! Man, you..."
The teacher didn't answer any more, turned his head, and left. It seemed that this was a disarm.
Zhang Yuan knows that the team leader here is not the team leader in the school. The school has better grades. The team leader who usually collects workbooks is called the team leader.
The team leader here is a prisoner! Prisoners will never choose a good person to be the group leader. It's very simple. You can't convince the crowd. So the team leader here must be the most ferocious and vicious, the role that has stayed here for the longest time, and everyone is afraid of.
How about the detention center is black, the newcomer is not obedient, you are beaten to obedient, you are not beaten to death, and the prison will not control it.
Of course, even if the new criminals come, they are divided into different ranks. First-rank murderers, what are they afraid of if they have been killed? The team leader will definitely take a high look at you, and maybe they will pull you into the group. Everyone is afraid of death. In the second-class economic case, as long as you have money, it is the same everywhere. If you are willing to spend, the team leader treats you as an ancestor, and there are people waiting for you to wash your clothes and eat. The underworld is the underworld, the robbers, the arsonists,...
The second-to-last are thieves, thiefs, and guts. They have no money and no backstage, and most fights are not good. These people are the objects of enslavement in prison. Washing clothes and cleaning the toilet are all their jobs.
Last but not least, forcibly annihilating criminals. This is a bit strange. I don’t know if everyone is particularly angry with the criminals who violated women, but this is absolutely true. Forced annihilators are the targets of everyone’s abuse. They usually play sandbags. According to a friend of the author who came back from labor camp, They used to put a ball of shit in instant noodles for the forced annihilator to eat.
And Zhang Yuan is a forcibly annihilated criminal who even hates the pain, and he has not yet succeeded.
Zhang Yuan looked at the cell. It was gloomy and dark, the lights were dim, and the smell was unpleasant. More than a dozen prisoners were sitting around the beds in the corner, all staring at him. Their eyes were not like human eyes. They are hollow like zombies, some are dodging like mice, and some have fierce eyes like jackals.
Anyway, at first glance, there is no kind person.
Zhang Yuan ignored them and saw that there was a bed on the other side that seemed clean and no one had slept in. He bowed his head and walked to the bed.
Unexpectedly, as soon as he walked to the bed, a thin figure rushed over like a mouse, lay first in his arms, with his legs cocked, meaning that this bed belonged to me.
Now that someone had to change one, Zhang Yuan stepped forward and walked to the next bed. He didn't expect that the thin boy rushed to the other one again.
Zhang Yuan is on fire. He originally thought that Fan Dasheng would come here to fish for himself in the afternoon. He didn't want to have a conflict with these boys. Now it seems that he didn't let them know how powerful he was, and he thought he was a soft persimmon.
Striding over, standing beside the thin boy, Zhang Yuan's eyes flashed and asked coldly, "Which bed is yours?"
The skinny boy was obviously not brave. He looked at the crowd over there and said with a puff: "Why, why, both of them belong to Lao Tzu."
"Just your small body, you still sleep on two beds?" Zhang Yuan sneered.
"I love to sleep, can you control it?" The thin boy lay down and raised Erlang's legs, his black and thin smelly feet dangling in front of Zhang Yuan's eyes.
"Really!" Zhang Yuan smiled coldly, grabbed the skinny boy by the ankle, and picked him up like a chicken. The skinny boy shouted "Ouch, oh," but did not resist, he was waiting for the team leader to rescue him.
"I'm going to fuck you!" Zhang Yuan already felt someone coming from behind, kicking the skinny boy flying, and the skinny boy flopping on the ground and shouting. It is estimated that the boy will not be able to stand up for a while.
Zhang Yuan turned around, and saw a bald head standing in front of him, his face full of flesh, and a beast-like red light shot from his small triangular eyes, feeling that this was a copy of Zhu Jianqiang.
But this guy, Zhang Yuan is not as cautious as Zhu Jianqiang, and he is much stronger, but fighting is definitely not as simple as anyone's arms. This is a skill job, otherwise the Japanese sumo would be invincible.
"Newcomer, this is the first time you come in?" With his bald head pressed his fist on his chest, he let out a string of crisp clattering noises.
"It's the first time." Zhang Yuan nodded and admitted.
The bald head let out a whistling sound from his nose and said: "No wonder you don't understand the rules, newcomers, you will suffer if you don't understand the rules. Don't think that you will be dragged up after you hit a little mouse. Me? Can you beat us like a gang?"
Zhang Yuan smiled and said, "Then please tell me about the rules, the bald-headed brother."
He took a bald look, hey, he was sturdy just now, and he was softened in a while, and he made progress, yes, he waved his hand proudly, "Xiao Nan, go and teach him." After saying that he took two steps with his arms and legs, and sat on the edge of the bed. .
What appeared in front of Zhang Yuan was a sturdy head, which looked very strong. His shirtless man wore a sports vest with a hat, and his expression was more arrogant than a bald head. No wonder, dogs tend to be a bit more horizontal when dogged by people.
"Boy, what's your name?" Ban Cun asked, picking his chin.
"Zhang Yuan."
"How did you get in?" Bancun asked again.
"do not know."
"I don't know!" Bancun's eyes rolled up, and he smiled sarcastically: "Don't be sloppy, don't think that your brothers are all newcomers like you, do you want to kill them? I heard that it hasn't been done yet?"
"Haha~ useless guy." The prisoners behind Bancun laughed wildly.
It seems that these guys have already received the news beforehand, and this firmly teaches them through the freshness in advance.
"Newcomer, since you don't understand the rules, I'll teach you." Ban Cun dangled in front of Zhang Yuan, showing his arm that is comparable to a bodybuilder. "For newcomers, you must first worship the mountain gate and find a good boss. Someone Covering you, you will not suffer! But the boss is not so easy to agree to accept you, you must show your sincerity, understand?"
Zhang Yuan said, "I am a poor student and have no money."
"It doesn't matter if you don't have money!" Bancun taught again: "If you don't have money, you can contribute. It happens that Brother Haonan is short of a younger brother. As long as you can achieve three points, I will accept you."
"Brother Haonan?" Where did Zhang Yuan seem to have heard it before, Hong Kong? Korea
"Yes." Ban Cun was very happy that the boy's clothes became soft. "First, in the future, the eldest brother will let you do whatever you want, and whoever is asked to hit you will be hit. Second, wash your butt every night and let your master shine. Brother happily, thirdly, kneel on the ground and kowtow three heads to each senior here, and apologize to everyone for your ignorant behavior just now."
"Sure enough, it's dark enough, but it depends on whether you have the ability to be my boss."
"Fuck!"
Before Zhang Yuan had finished speaking, Ban Cun had already slapped his mouth with a big mouth. There was no warning before the action. This time he hit it to ensure that the corners of the mouth were cracked, but when he was about to touch Zhang Yuan’s face, Zhang Yuan raised his hand. Caught Ban Cun's wrist.
Bancun shrank his hand! Unexpectedly, this thin guy has so much hand strength that he can't shrink back. "Damn!" Bancun also slapped his other hand, he couldn't lose his face, he slammed ten percent of his power.
Zhu Jianqiang also fought like this the day before yesterday, but this size cannot be compared with Zhu Jianqiang in terms of strength or skill. Both hands are out, and there is no defense in front of him, so Zhang Yuan is not at all polite.
Zhang Yuan kicked out with a slap in the palm of his hand. Seeing that this time it was really closer to Zhang Yuan's face, he was about to touch it, but Zhang Yuan's feet came first.
"Oh." Bancun was kicked in the lower abdomen, and his slap could no longer be slapped. A strong colic made him clamp his legs, covered his hands with his toes, and his body naturally bent forward like a shrimp.
This action looked like sending his face in front of Zhang Yuan. How could Zhang Yuan not fight? In fact, he had already made the move. He didn't use this hand to catch another slap, just waiting to hit him. The bridge of your nose.
"Pop!" Zhang Yuan punched again, centered on the bridge of his nose. Ban Cun snorted again in pain, and the body that had fallen forward fell on its back one after another.
There are three moves in this action, commonly known as kicking, hitting, and hitting the middle and the three vital parts. If you hit the middle, you will get serious injuries. The so-called top middle is to advance half a step, elbow the opponent's head with gravity, and hit the back. On the upper side, the ribs are broken in the mild cases, and the cardiac arrest is in the severe cases.
Of course, Zhang Yuan and him didn't have a deep hatred, so they changed their tricks temporarily, took a half step forward, and took a deep breath, pushing one of his shoulders against his chest, "Fuck your mother, Brother Honan!"
"Ping." Ban Cun clamped his legs and covered his face. The center of gravity was already confused. Zhang Yuan vigorously pushed back, stepped back two small steps, stumbled on the bed frame, fell to his bald head with a boom, and cried out constantly." My god, it hurts to death."
"Sure enough!" The muscles at the corners of the big bald head's mouth tightened, eyes shot out angry fire, two iron fists stretched out, and he stood up cautiously, leaning forward slightly, just like a professional boxer, he would never allow it. Someone challenged his authority here.
Zhang Yuan retracted his leg and stood calmly, his eyes fixed on the big bald head. He was waiting for the big bald head to make a move. As long as the opponent made a move, there would be flaws and he had a chance.
But the big bald head didn't rush to make a move, and snorted, "Brothers, fuck you!"
Zhang Yuan was stunned. Who is in this prison? Could it be that there are control knives, steel pipes, and iron bars? Never get a pistol out of it.